Squidmek

I'm napping on my couch this morning, but in dream I'm lying flat on a street. Around me are my family having a BBQ. The sky goes wild, black swirling clouds, fireworks of light and gathering clouds. I see the silhouettes of large sailing ships floating through the skies. I point them out to my father, and he says, "Get up and run." A black cloud tornado-like cloud is fast approaching. As it comes closer I see it is quite small, though tactile. I can touch it. It's sticky, oily. My father says to get up and run, but I can't move. I yell for him to take my hand, because I cannot move. At this point I become completely aware that I'm sleeping, and become afraid that I will never get out of the dream--which is odd considering I know that I'm sleeping and this is dream. I focus all of my strength on my hand--just raise my hand.

I wake and see my left hand raised. I'm feel dizzy upon waking, and still somewhat groggy even now.